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May 16, 2007

Perspective: Tense



Perspective is an ambiguous and powerful aspect of humanity. In fact, people who do not exhibit the social conventions of an “I” perspective are regarded as handicapped or mentally imbalanced by most known cultures. Perspective allows for a penniless vagabond to stare at the ocean, moon and stars and know no boundaries while the most powerful men on earth fixate only on what is known. Or knowable. I, you, he she it them us we... all and none. Perspective fills the social gap that lies between perceiver and perceived... but this gap only truly exists when it is challenged by someone else's.

Or it is not a gap, it is the ceaseless live distortions of time and space.


Tense is a tricky thing. It plays games with perspective. English language of the Western world holds it in the highest regard. There is what was, is and shall be. Past, present and future. When words are written they must orient themselves in time. Words written in the present tense will be read in the future... but the wisdom of the words will reflect the times when they were written, now past. When history is written in past tense, the words reflect the perspective of the times when they are written... as the readers reflect upon what is remembered of what has passed. Words written in future tense project the reader into what will, can, might or could be. Regardless of tense, all written words have the potential to affect the present Now.

King George "the lesser" Bush speaks Now about what Will because of what Was while ignoring what Is because he is preparing the earth for the Return of his Lord and saviour. That was Jesus Christ, who told men like Bush 2000 years ago that it is harder for them to enter his Kingdom than for a camel to thread a needle.

Maybe that's why the Bush family kills so many camels. Women and men. Children.


This was, is and will be recorded as historical fact... which itself takes an assertive We voice in our Present tense... even though it rarely involves us in anything more substantial than the telling.









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(This guy has not much more than perspective and Bush surely makes him tense...)

Apr 26, 2007

Justiness





There is and are no just wars.

There is just war.

Here and then,

now and there

and tomorrow

until when

?


Libertarians are master verbal scientists, capable of proving theories so arcane and hypothetical that they can only be created in laboratories. The Nazis used mechanization and thought suppression to maintain white power, Libertarians use mass media and pretzel logic.

Mormons are the 4th Reich.

God walks earth as man , woman and child... everywhere. Our kids speak pure and true and see the real and hear the magic...
and our confusion and mistakes scare them all forever.

The C.I.A. and K.G.B. and many other initials oppress most citizens of the world and control every government of every geographical nation on earth.

In the brave new world of 1984, the U.S.A. had an actor as president who was shot like in Taxi Driver for the same girl who was not acting this time. The same semitic nomads that make movies watch nations unfold the same drama on cheaper film. The only filter currently restricting the entire world from live, digital Realtime Truth that reinforces sustainable Peace is money. Theater helps dictate where our values lie. Money ensures which actors we will see and hear.


This is how corrupt and lost white power is. If the Bush daughters walked into Times Square... Right Now... smoked a spliff... danced to some music until they got sweaty... then stripped naked, then massaged each other... then kissed... then scissored until mutual orgasm... while their daddy cried and their mommy prayed...

Maybe after the media firestorm

we could let the honest folk talk about things that matter.

We could begin to let the Earth heal.

We could smile, sing, dance and pray

for peace.

Mar 29, 2007

Babylon Blues

The Dude is an american. From Alaska to Antarctica ... that world is his. Europe is an annoying leech that has been vomiting immigrants, opinions and wars forever. Fucking aristocrats. They brought their notions of kings and queens to these shores... they sought New Lands but brought their old problems. They digested the paradise of so many tribes and cultures... raping them all. They benefit from thousands of years of divine evolution... from corn to coca... and genetically alter nature to create higher profits.

So now a preppy cowboy prince is dictator of the free world. National Public Radio is interviewing their announcers who explain that the government corruption trials aren't as interesting to their viewers as baseball. The U.S. Military is the largest drug dealer in the whole world. Anna Nicole Smith's death gets more press coverage than the Godfather James Brown. Freedom becomes a word that is used to justify control. One in 130 citizens is incarcerated. We are hidden from the words of the women and children that our troops are murdering. We are numb to the pictures of torture and degredation that we pay for.. Our soldier's morale and effectiveness is maintained through corporate pharmaceuticals. Soldiers are returning from war and getting DVD's made at WalMart with digital war highlights while we are forbidden from viewing footage of our fallen soldiers. While our national debt exponentially expands over oil wars, oil conglomerates report record profits and prices at the pumps.

The last president was nearly impeached for not revealing to the U.S. Government that he got his cock sucked by a young jew. Now his wife wants to be our first Queen. The current president steals two elections, launches a false war and revokes constitutional rights as a PATRIOT act. While his daddy pulls his strings. There are more mercenaries on the U.S. Payroll in Iraq and Afghanistan than all of our allies troops combined. Israel and U.S. Aryans are building security fences and Americans pay for it all.


And still Marines salute him. And still the media respects him.


The manufactured world his inbred family builds is a blind and dead one. He speaks for our children, and grandchildren...3 mere generations when the present is made of all that was and will be. He is preparing the world for the return of his Saviour... who was tortured and killed for speaking his mind and living his message. Who will the Bush family listen to... who is safe from their crucifiction? Who will believe them when they parade their false Christ? Who will these demons kneel before?



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Mar 15, 2007

"It is what It is"

Of all the cultural catchphrases that have bastardized wisdom into pacification... it is what it is ... is the shittiest.
What it is is a stir-fried crock of shit

This catchphrase of nothingness passively negates any conversation that precedes it. It draws a conversational line in the sand... it takes the rhythm and direction of a conversation and concedes it to passive acceptance of the past. It not only acknowledges the speaker of the phrase as an intentionally ignorant participant... it presents the listener with the hopelessness of agreement... or combative defense of the fact that It, in point of fact, is not what the speaker assumes it is.

This is a ripe and prime example of the forked tongue and pretzel logic of a death culture so full of shit that the poo becomes a catchphrase. It is what it is takes the speakers assumptions on an indirect offensive... in the context of a conversation the phrase forces listeners to accept anothers' assumptions as truth or escalate the conversation into an argument that is logically impossible and undesirable to defend...

this being that most times, it is something... but noone knows exactly what.

Whenever there is an It there is an observer... it is what it is deceives the listener by pretending that a truth exists in the statement separate from the speaker or listener. But this itself is an impossibility... if there is no relationship between what It is and the conversation... how can the conversation exist?

it is what You think it is.

it is what i think it is.

it is Not what it is'nt

it is...

what?

Mar 3, 2007

Cornfed Mafia




It is culturally impossible for there to be an entire global generation acknowledging the Divinity of humankind and the righteous magic of Nature as long as Capitalism dominates global agendas. There exists something real called Freedom, as anyone who has pissed over the edge of the Grand Canyon knows well. There also exists (by popular consent) something real called Reality... which is a place where Freedoms can coincide or collide. Reality is imposed upon us by social conventions... freedom can never be given... only experienced.

The gluttonous fascist Reality of the Aryan Empires forever murders the people of Arabia in the hopes of founding the creation of a new society that could replace the one it is destroying. This twisted logic , like oroborus, eats it's own tale into inevitable destruction. Meanwhile the shreds of indigenous cultures across the globe that remain become stronger, truer... more real and more fun.

As King Bush “the lesser” stammers through cowboy proclamations... pausing to edit his freestyles to use words deemed more effective by advisors... the questions of babes begin to make inbred aristocrats wish they were wearing clothes.


The leaders of our country are placing procedures above perspectives... and telling us we need more procedures and less perspectives. Australia and America remain two imperial watchdogs for the U.K. (God save the bitch Queen) and Israel (which apparently learned how to build an exclusionary nation from the Nazis)... both nations grew with U.S.A. bullets and steel... and help from the Bush family. Meanwhile the B.B.C. broadcasts the news for 2 hours every morning of the U.S.A.'s National Public Radio... which in Philadelphia has at least 1/3 of the programs hosted by a jew... and not one muslim on the air. These wars dominate the attentions of a nation founded on the genocide (which still continues today) of the very peoples that welcomed and nourished the lost and greedy and hopeful children of Abraham. The core difference between Muslims and Christians is this... Muslims use their bodies as weapons to defend their God. Christians use their God as a weapon to defend their bodies. It seems that the indigenous peoples of anywhere have found the proper balances... especially in the Americas, from Alaska to Antarctica... they use their bodies and prayers to respect everything around and within themselves, they respect God and never claimed to represent anything beyond themselves. When a Dine' warrior signed a treaty he spoke for himself and no one else.

The endless bounty of the Americas has been plundered for 500 years... the pyramids have gotten larger and shinier and a lot less stable... or permanent...or natural.

Maybe if the 8 billion styrofoam McDonalds containers from the 1980's were all burned at once... the resulting cloud of foul funk would help heal the thinning ozone. Or maybe the next election will somehow have correct vote tallies. Maybe a Navajo Grandmother will finally win.

You can pretend more aid was not possible for New Orleans and men, women and children need to die in Iraq... and opium production is up in Afghanistan while we win a war on Drugs so Corporations can grow... and education will cure your children of the ignorance you embrace...

but you cannot fulfill the prophecy you hope to manufacture... and the actual conclusions of your fantasies scare you into lies and atrocities...

and when you collapse and cry for help you will be forgiven...

or tortured and forgotten...

welcome to this world.

Welcome to Evolutional fulfillment in each moment. Ahh, but your God denies this theory, you say?

Eat some corn... in any form (you likely do daily)...

It did not exist before human interaction.

The truly unwinnable debate is... did God?




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Sep 23, 2006

Finding the Found

found1 (found)
tr.v., found·ed, found·ing, founds.

  1. To establish or set up, especially with provision for continuing existence: The college was founded in 1872.

  2. To establish the foundation or basis of; base: found a theory on firm evidence.

[Middle English founden, from Old French fonder, from Latin fundāre, from fundus, bottom.]

SYNONYMS found, create, establish, institute, organize. These verbs mean to bring something into existence and set it in operation: founded a colony; created a trust fund; establishing a business; instituted an annual benefit concert; organizing a field trip.


found2 (found)
tr.v., found·ed, found·ing, founds.

  1. To melt (metal) and pour into a mold.

  2. To make (objects) by pouring molten material into a mold.

[Middle English founden, from Old French fondre, from Latin fundere.]


found3 (found)
v.

Past tense and past participle of find.





~~ found at answers.com



Any word can be analyzed to the point that it is only recognizable as a sound that is made by one person that is then used by others as well, with each participant having their own perception of the meaning of that sound. The first definition at answers.com claims that found can be a verb, which occurs in the present tense but holds a purpose for the future. The second definition describes the act of taking a solid material, heating it to the point it becomes a liquid then manipulating it so that it becomes a formed object once it has cooled off. The final definition describes found as the act of searching... once it has already occured.

The Dude was a Foundling. One of the Found. Which didn't mean anything really, since being found entailed the irrelevance of Foundage. It was a strange paradox of logic, not unlike the twisty turns of a pretzel. You could follow the twisting lines and see how it had been made, but the point was to make it disappear, and enjoy the disappearing of it. Take the word found, for example. It can mean that something was desired and then acquired. But it can also mean the act of creating something that lasts. Which also happens to metal in a foundry. A common Foundling perspective viewed reality and the things within it as having the eternal and immediate oppurtunity for perfection. But having found also recognized, nay, acknowledged the perfection of inevitable imperfection. Foundage, in one respect, was the recognition that pain and suffering were intrinsic ingredients in life as we know it. The same was true for ecstacy, fear, love and ignorance. Not only everything known was found, but also the infinity of future finds... and the continual process of finding (and maintaining) the Found.

Founders were not card carrying members of anything in particular or publicly recognizable representatives of anything other than themselves. They had no buddy lists of fellow Foundlings, no email daisy chains or even any unified objectives beyond unfolding more Foundage. They had no secret or public symbols... or fucking flags to assimilate their unity into a single pattern of colors and shaped. They could, however, usually recognize another Foundling after extended conversations or through meaning filled shared experiences. Some lived quiet lives, sharing their Found with the natural world while deflecting and ignoring the intricacies of unfound. Also, many artists were particularly adept at projecting their Foundage publicly. These Foundlings tended to become cultural icons, aging into folk heroes that became myths as the generations after them experienced their arts. Beck, Dylan, Guthrie, Ghandi, Dass... conversely, others tended to blaze like the morning sun until their fire was extinguished unnaturally... prematurely. Lincoln, Cobain, King Jr., Marley, Guevara, Hendrix, Lennon... Jesus, it is too tragic, too sad (for the Found) to name more.

The Dude had been, is, and tried to always be... well, Found.



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This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,
Love Trumps hate.

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Poetic HyperLinks Defeating the Impossibilities of Peace

Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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